My brother David is the Storyteller. He wrote up a story about my Weston on his blog and I wanted it in my future blog book, so I cut and pasted it here...
The Flick
It has been fun to see so many of my nieces and nephews this week. I’ve been around 5-year-old Weston on several occasions so far, but he has paid me little attention. That is not like him, but I understand: I am old, I talk strangely, and 4-year old Ericson is infinitely more fun!
That all changed abruptly tonight. Just before family prayer, he leaned near me and flicked my head. I think it was unprovoked. I found it very amusing. I hadn’t been flicked in a long time. This seemed to initiate a span of renewed familiarity that included him telling me that he knew how to punch, and then burying his fist in my stomach. So fun. I can’t remember the last time I was punched. I miss little boys. I have missed Weston.
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I don't know why this story provoked tears in my eyes, but it did. :)
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